After Shen Liang left the riverside with the dwarf young man, Chu Shile immediately followed his wishes and sent the news back to the Jin Palace.
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Although there were many people handling it, no one dared to spread the news incorrectly, and the speed was so fast that it only took half a cup of tea to add up.
When Shen Wanjun learned that after many years, someone dared to sneak into Jincheng to murder his son, he immediately sent someone to find the old man to come out of the house to help.
At that time, Lao Qian was teasing Menzi with the mute slave on Chaoshan Mountain, using all kinds of sweet talk to try to get the mute slave to go into the cave with him to see what kind of shady treasures Shen Liang had hidden.
This was naturally a boring trick played by old money, and he had no hope at all of being able to enter the cave to explore.
In this way, when the palace servant informed Lao Qian that Shen Liang had been assassinated, the mute slave also heard it. The latter hardly thought too much, picked up a pair of octagonal silver flower hammers, and followed Lao Qian out of the palace gate.
Just in case, Shen Wanjun not only sent Lao Qian, but also asked someone to pass the news to Xu Longyi.
Perhaps the origin of this assassin whose origin is unknown is simply higher than that of the Qinglong warriors in Qinglong Camp in terms of martial arts, but the purpose of dispatching Qinglong Camp is not to save grandpa by playing gourd doll like an idiot.
The purpose is to use the number of Qinglongshi and their understanding of Jincheng's terrain to find Shen Liang as quickly as possible.
At that time, a cloud-penetrating arrow will fly into the sky, which will save Lao Qian a lot of time in searching for Shen Liang.
But anyway, the end result is good.
Mute Nu, Xu Longyi, a group of Qinglongshi, and Lao Qian, whom Shen Liang thought he knew but never really understood, all rushed to the scene of the incident and successfully saved his life.
The dilapidated alleys at the scene will be repaired by the Jin Palace tomorrow and tomorrow.
Tonight is the reunion festival of the entire Yan Dynasty, and Shen Liang's assassination did not exclude Jincheng from this excitement.
Everything is business as usual.
Even the mother and daughter Hua, Chun Yu, and Dong Xue, after Shen Liang and Chu Shile returned to the Jin Palace, were still gathering in pairs to take the gold and silver left by Chu Shile and spend money on various festivals. Buy, buy, buy, buy at the stalls.
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Prince Jin's Mansion, Medical Room No. 22.
Although this place is usually reserved for Dr. Zhao alone, at this moment it is overcrowded with a wave of Shen Wanjun's hand.
The fracture of both arms was Shen Liang's most obvious injury at the moment, but Dr. Zhao was arranged to be the last one to diagnose and treat Shen Liang.
"Your Majesty, apart from these arms, His Highness has no other external injuries. The affected areas are bruised and bruised. After Dr. Zhao applies medicine to His Highness, I will assist you and prescribe some topical ointment."
Dr. Li, the owner of Hospital No. 17 who is proficient in trauma pharmacology, also gave the conclusion as quickly as possible. After hearing this, Shen Wanjun waved his hand and signaled Dr. Li to step back, and then let Dr. Zhao, who made the final appearance, step forward.
"Old Zhao, you have to take a closer look at my son. If he becomes disabled, don't blame me for ignoring our past feelings!"
No matter how long they have been together, all of the thousand officials in the Jin Palace were recruited by Shen Wanjun during the war in his early years.
To put it bluntly, each of them can be regarded as Shen Wanjun's life and death comrade-in-arms, but the one lying on the bed at this moment is the most precious youngest member of the Shen family. If Shen Liang has his shortcomings, even if the king of heaven comes, he Shen Wanjun The army also had to chop him a few times to vent his anger!
Doctor Zhao looked solemn and knew the importance of this visit.
As an old doctor with real skills, he would not let his hands tremble and his heart tremble because of Shen Wanjun's "threat".
Carefully raising one of Shen Liang's arms, Doctor Zhao said in a deep voice:
"Your Highness, please be patient, I will make a decision as soon as possible."
Shen Liang, who had been manipulated by several old men for a long time, just wanted to have a caring maid from the gentleman's courtyard by his side to stick to her chest.
"I'm fine. A real man was born between heaven and earth. How could he... Oh, let me wipe it! It hurts! It really hurts!"
As the saying goes, caring leads to chaos.
Shen Wanjun didn't notice at all that Shen Liang's exaggerated shouting was to liven up the atmosphere. When he heard his precious son shouting so loudly, he immediately stood up from his chair.
"Zhao De!"
In anger, Shen Wanjun called Dr. Zhao by his name.
Fortunately, Shen Liang stood up to defend Dr. Zhao before he continued to say anything.
"Shen Wanjun, you can just stay and cool wherever you want. Who doesn't know that in the Jin Palace, apart from the personal maids in the Junzi Courtyard, the elderly people in the hospital treat me the most attentively. If they want to harm me, they can do whatever they want. Pick one out and sprinkle some medicine in my yard, and I will be gone a long time ago. If you don’t understand, just shut up and don’t interfere with Grandpa Zhao’s treatment for me!”
If you don't want to control Shen Wanjun, you have to look at Shen Liang.
After Shen Liang's training, Shen Wanjun immediately shrank his neck like a deflated rubber ball.
"Yes, Dad doesn't understand. Dad should go out and stay."
After saying that, Shen Wanjun smiled shamelessly at Dr. Zhao and said:
"Old Zhao, you should understand how I feel. Please pay more attention."
Doctor Zhao nodded without hesitation.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely devote all my life's learning to ensure that Your Highness's arms are worry-free."
After receiving Dr. Zhao's assurance, Shen Wanjun felt much more at ease.
After walking out of Hospital No. 22, Shen Wanjun put his hands into his sleeves, and his expression suddenly changed, becoming as gloomy as water.
"Butler Tao."
Butler Tao, who was taking turns serving Shen Wanjun, stepped forward upon hearing the sound and was respectful.
"Your Majesty."
"Go and ask Long Yi and Mr. Qian to come to the main hall."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
A few moments later, we were in the main hall of the front yard of Prince Jin's Mansion.
The door is closed and the servants stay away.
In the hall, Shen Wanjun sat down, and Lao Qian found a random chair and picked his toes regardless of appearance or occasion.
Xu Longyi stood in the middle of the hall with an upright posture.
"Long Yi, you go and mobilize the 50,000 Qinglong warriors stationed in the city. Send them out in full force to investigate whether there are still any rebels!"
Xu Longyi clenched his fists to his chest and accepted the order indifferently.
Ask again.
"Father, if we find traces of the traitorous gang, will we live or die?"
Shen Wanjun pressed his palms hard, and the jade beads worth tens of thousands of gold in his hands immediately shattered!
"The main thing is to capture them alive, dead bodies are also acceptable."
"yes!"
Xu Longyi obeyed the order and left without forgetting to close the door.
Shen Wanjun was not in a hurry to speak, but took a sip of hot tea to calm his nerves.
The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and filled with a sense of suffocation and oppression that was unbearable for ordinary people.
But Lao Qian was very comfortable. Shen Wanjun didn't say anything, so he lowered his head and picked his toes, with a relaxed attitude of "Our old man is not afraid of a famous executioner like you."
"Mr. Qian."
After a cup of tea, Shen Wanjun finally spoke up.
Lao Qian still didn't raise his head, and responded with a neutral hum.
"Where were you when my son was assassinated?"
Shen Wanjun's eyes full of scrutiny were fixed on Lao Qian.
Because based on his understanding of Lao Qian's identity and martial arts cultivation, even though Jincheng is not small, as long as he tries his best, he will never have to wait so long to find Shen Liang!
Lao Qian's answer was both reasonable and unexpected.
"call--"
I saw him lifting his fingers that were digging at his feet, blowing on the dust that had fallen off, and saying in an extremely calm tone:
"When the boy with the black umbrella appeared, I had already found it."
